Chapter Twenty One
A/N: We own neither the awesomeness which is Glee nor it's characters. WARNINGS: There are scenes depicting both violence and sexual acts in this chapter. If this offends you, please skip those portions. It is not our intent to upset or offend anyone, however, the boys are growing closer and, let's be real, they are teenage boys. It is only naturally that the physical relationship progresses with the emotional one.
"The human problem has become a scourge to the vampire community. They infest our world like rats, infiltrating our covens and none, not even our oldest and most royal of houses is safe from them. Something must be done lest we become like them… weak and useless… suitable for nothing but being the pets of our betters."
-an excerpt from "The Human Problem" by Lord Rolph Von Eteen III
The day of Nationals dawned bright and clear, filling everyone with happiness and hope that they would win. Standing backstage before their performance was nerve-wracking experience for both Kurt and Nick with all of the other pure-blood show choirs around them, many of them sending the two boys hostile looks. As Blaine stood waiting with Kurt in his arms, he felt the human's rapid heartbeat that had not settled the entire morning. He knew that Kurt was a nervous wreck, despite the brave front he had been putting on for everyone else.
"Calm down, Kurt." Blaine whispered. "Your heart is going crazy."
"Can you blame me? This is Nationals, Blaine." Kurt whispered back. "And as if that's not bad enough I have to perform in front of people whose natural inclination is to either hate me or have me for lunch, if not both."
"Kurt, we've practiced until we could do this in our sleep and you're going to blow them out of the water." Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and kissed the baby soft skin, trying to ignore the whispers he heard around him, hoping they didn't reach Kurt's ears. "Don't worry about who is watching, just tune them out and sing, love."
"Is Dalton now allowing human pets?"
"Is Duvall as good as they say he is?"
"Wonder if the Prince has trained his pet to sit, stand, and stay on command?"
Blaine hissed at the comments, but kept his attention on Kurt, feeling when he flinched after the last one. "Ignore them, baby. You have what it takes to be a star. I want you to go out there and show everyone just how amazing you are. I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt hugged his boyfriend and took a deep breath. "Let's do this."
"That's the boy I know and love." Blaine laughed as the Warblers got into formation and walked onto the stage.
The Warblers performed flawlessly, even earning a standing ovation at the end of Kurt and Blaine's duet, shocking everyone. They bowed and jubilantly headed backstage. As they congregated there to celebrate how well they had done, a tall, dark skinned vampire approached them with a smile on his face.
"Looks like I arrived just in time. Hello boys."
"David! What are you doing here?" Wes asked after giving the boy a hug.
"You didn't think I'd miss seeing you guys at Nationals, did you?" David smirked before turning his dark eyes on Kurt. "So, you must be the famous Kurt that I've heard so much about."
"That's me." Kurt said meekly. He still had issues with vampires that he didn't know. Blaine put a reassuring arm around him.
"Love, this is David Thompson, he's another one of my cousins, as well as one of my closest friends. He's also a Warbler, even though he's been gone this year while his father acts as Ambassador to Great Britain."
"It's very nice to finally meet you, Kurt. Blaine has told me so much about you. I was really excited to hear that he'd found someone. He doesn't shut up about you." David confided, causing a deep blush to stain Kurt's cheeks.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Kurt asked, glancing at Blaine.
"Definitely a good thing." David smiled just before being tackled by the blonde blur of motion that was Jeff.
"Wevid!" he shouted pulling David and Wes into a double headlock. "You're back!"
"Yes Jeffrey I'm back and Wes and I are not now, nor will we ever be a couple so quit calling us Wevid. We're cousins you moron," David's muffled voice said coming from under Jeff's arm. "And let go of my head!"
"Now Jeff." Nick ordered, waiting until his boyfriend complied before continuing. "How long are you back for David?"
"Just long enough to see you guys perform then it's back to London. My father had to return to the States for an important meeting and I just happened to tag along."
"When are you coming back?" Nick asked. "Wes is driving us nuts."
"Hey! I am not that bad." Wes defended himself.
"Yeah, you kind of are. You spent two hours organizing your socks Wes," Nick pointed out.
"You get really anal about things without David to balance you out."
"The drawer was messy," Wes defended. David chuckled.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I probably won't be back to Dalton until next year. My father said I will be able to graduate with you guys." David answered.
"Next school year is going to be epic. Seniors Rule!" Jeff shouted.
"Jeff, calm down." Nick tiredly said.
"Yes, dear."
"Okay, someone has to give me the details on when that finally happened." David said. "And who won the bet 'cause I could use the spending cash?"
"You guys bet on us?" Nick growled. The other boys nodded. He narrowed his eyes. "And who won?"
"Ummm…" Kurt said, sheepishly raising his hand.
"Kurt?" Nick and Jeff said in shock.
"If it makes you feel any better, I used my winnings to buy those shoes today," Kurt said. Nick rolled his eyes.
"Well at least it went to a good cause I suppose," Nick murmured. "Especially since you've already said I could borrow them."
The boys continued to reminisce with David filling him in on everything that had happened since he'd been gone, only stopping when the lights flashed, signaling the posting of the schools that would continue to the final showcase. The boys of Dalton were not surprised when they were at the top of the list. Several hours later and another performance down, the final list of the top schools that would go on to compete for the title of National Champions was posted and Dalton was still at the top of the list.
Their final performance was immaculate; everyone hitting every note and every step perfectly.
It was only when they were called back to the stage that the nerves hit Kurt. He was really here and this was really happening.
"In third place are our competitors from Illinois…Oakbrook Academy." The announcer stated. "In second place… from New York… Westchester Preparatory Academy…making our winners Ohio's Dalton Academy Warblers."
The boys burst out into loud cheers. Everyone was hugging and talking and chaos reigned for a few moments. Kurt was so happy he could have burst as Blaine held the trophy up with one hand, while the other wrapped around him, pulling him tight to his prince's side.
Kurt pulled away as they moved backstage, excusing himself to the restroom, taking Nick and Jeff with him. As they wound through the crowd, Nick lost his grip on Kurt's arm and they were separated.
Kurt found himself pushed into a wall in a small alcove near the backstage area. He searched his pockets, looking for his phone to text Puck or Blaine or anyone from the group, remembering the directive given to him. It was only then he realized that his phone was in the pocket of the jacket he'd left in the limo. He turned around, trying to see if he could spot any familiar faces, his blood running cold as he noticed a group of vampires wearing Westchester Preparatory Academy jackets advancing on him with cold smirks on their faces.
"Where's Kurt?" Nick said frantically once he'd located the group, gathering all the eyes on him.
"He's not with you?" Blaine asked, looking around.
"We got separated. He wasn't in the restroom. We were hoping he would be here," Jeff replied.
"Find him!"
The boys quickly spread out searching for the familiar heartbeat, but it was drowned out by all the noise backstage.
It was Nick who finally found Kurt in a little out of the way corner. If his heart had been beating, it would have stopped at the sight before him.
Kurt was surrounded by a large group of vampires fighting for all he was worth. The other boys were, Nick knew, toying with him. He knew because they had done the same to him. He froze for a moment unable to move as flashback of his own attack assaulted him. It wasn't until one of the boys ran a long sharp nail down Kurt's chest, ripping his shirt and drawing blood that he was able to move. Nick didn't even know how he plowed through the pure blood vampires surrounding his friend to place himself in front of Kurt, protecting the other boy with his fangs bared. He was determined that what had happened to him would never happen again, especially not to someone he cared about.
"Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. We never thought we'd see you again. Of course, not as much of you as we saw the last time." The ring leader winked at Nick. Swallowing convulsively, Nick stood his ground.
"I'm not that scared little boy anymore Jackson. I've grown in more ways than one and I will not let you do this," Nick hissed, keeping Kurt behind him.
Kurt realized with those words exactly who these vampires were. They were the ones who had hurt Nick all those years ago. Kurt's blood ran cold and he prayed that the rest of the Warblers would find them quickly. He was completely terrified, but he was not going to let that show. He and Nick would stand together and win.
"We'll see how strong you are." One of the boys moved closer, getting into Nick's personal space. Nick took a step back, his hands shaking, but he still did not move away from Kurt. "I still remember how your body felt and it's been so long. Sure you don't want…"
"Please," Kurt snarled, determined to draw the attention back to himself. He knew if they could keep the boys talking, Blaine and the others would show up and then hell would be brought down on their heads. "Why on earth would he want an ignorant little leech like you with your "Quick Cuts" hair and clearly off the rack fashion?"
"Shut up pet," the boy snarled, turning away from Nick and advancing on Kurt with evil intent in his eyes.
"Get the hell away from him scum," Nick ordered shoving the larger boy.
"Oh, my sweet little Nicky, you have gotten so feisty. I like it. You know you've missed me though," the other vampire smirked, his hand reaching out and grasping Nick's face in a vice-like grip. "Your eyes are saying yes and soon your body will be too. Perhaps I'll just take what I want, again."
Just as the boy's mouth was descending onto a struggling Nick, he was jerked away and punched squarely in the face. Kurt sagged in relief. The cavalry, in the form of Jeff, Blaine, Puck, Wes, and David had arrived.
"He's not your sweet little anything." Jeff snarled. "And you lay so much as a finger on him again and I will make it so your own mother won't recognize you asshole." Nick's attacker picked himself up off the ground spitting out blood.
"Nicky, I didn't realize you had found another pure blood to whore yourself out to, and it's the infamous Lord Sterling. You must have improved with age, but then again, I trained you well didn't I trash? Oh the stories I could tell you about him, Sterling." The larger vampire smiled showing bloodstained fangs.
"Do you mean the ones about how you raped him? I've heard them," Jeff growled.
"Is that what he told you? Nicky, I'm hurt. He likes it rough…when you just take what you want," the boy said licking his lips.
"No! That's not true, Jeff. I didn't want him to. I didn't…" Nick said shaking his head in denial tears running down his face. Jeff took Nick's hand squeezing it.
"I know baby," Jeff reassured him. "They're just poisonous lies from scum not worthy to lick your shoes."
"Wow Nicky, you have him almost as blinded as you did me," a handsome vampire with dark hair and startling silver eyes said.
"What happened to you, Rolph?" Nick asked
"They convinced me I could do better, that I should do better than you." Rolph snorted. "You were just a turned piece of trash I was wasting my time on."
"That's right Rolph. See he's seen the error of his ways and I'm sure Lord Sterling will as well. Hey, Nicky, do you still have that little reminder we left for you or did Daddy fix it?"
"You mean this?" Nick revealed the 'T' scar on his chest. "Oh, I kept it to remind me who I am… to remind me of all that I have been through and how strong I am. I have true friends who care about me and are worthy of my love. I'm proud of who I am. Nothing you say can touch me anymore."
"Especially not if you no longer have hands with which to do so" Blaine hissed putting a possessive arm around Kurt.
"You're threatening me over some turned trash and your little lost pet?"
"See, now you shouldn't have said that," David said smiling coldly.
"We're all rather fond of Kurt and Nick you see," Wes added.
"They're nothing." The ring leader snorted. "Didn't you learn to share your toys in grade school?"
"Yeah, the Draculesti aren't real big in to sharing… especially not where their Chosen Ones are concerned," Puck added. "Now, here's what we're going to do. I'm gonna give you ten seconds to run. When I catch you, I'm going to remove any parts which I feel aren't vital to you. Ready?"
"But he's just a human" The bully said pointing at Kurt.
"One… two…"
"And he's only slightly better…This is ridiculous…" the leader said nodding towards Nick. His followers were not so sure and began to back away.
"Three… four… Come on dude, at least try to run… it's no fun if I don't get to chase you."
"Jackson, come on," Rolph said tugging on the leader.
"Five, six, seven…"
The boys ran.
"Ten" Puck grinned following them in a blur of motion.
"He skipped eight and nine," David pointed out.
"He gave them eight more seconds than I would have." Jeff growled. "Are you two okay?"
"I'm fine, just a little shaken," Nick said. "They didn't touch me. It's Kurt I'm worried about."
"I'm fine," Kurt said. "Let's just get out of here."
"Kurt, your shirt is torn, you're bleeding, and you're already bruising where they were holding your arms," Nick pointed out. "You are so not fine"
"Okay, so I might be a little worse for wear, but we stood up to them, Nick. We fought them and defended ourselves. We won this time," Kurt said grinning. Nick looked at him in shock for a moment before a smile blossomed on his face.
"We did, didn't we?" he said. "You were amazing Kurt. I don't know if I could have stood up to them like that if it weren't for you."
"Hey," Jeff said pouting. "What about me? I punched the guy!"
"You were my hero love," Nick said pulling Jeff to him and kissing him rather thoroughly, leaving Jeff with a silly grin on his face when he pulled away.
"Well, that being the case," Wes said. "I believe we have more than one reason to celebrate this evening then. Shall we gentlemen?"
With that, the Warblers exited the exhibition hall en masse, headed for the penthouse.
The party was in full swing before Puck returned.
"Where have you been?" Kurt demanded from his position on Blaine's lap. The vampire had not let Kurt leave his side the entire party, which Kurt couldn't bring himself to protest because Blaine had also been showering him with kisses and affection.
"I was out doing a little hunting." Puck shrugged taking a long swig from a bottle of blood he had just cracked open.
"Hunting?" Kurt asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Relax Porcelain. My prey wasn't human." Puck said. "Nick, come here."
Nick hesitantly climbed off of Jeff's lap, slowly walking over to Puck.
"I brought you a little present." Puck handed Nick a bag.
"What did you do Puckerman?" Kurt demanded. Puck just grinned as Wes and David, having heard the conversation came over to see exactly what Puck could possibly have brought. Nick opened the bag, looked inside, looked back at Puck, looked in the bag again, and looked up at Puck once more, before a wide and devilish grin that looked a lot more like Jeff than Nick bloomed on his face.
"Seriously?"
"Yep!" Puck beamed with pride.
"I love you." Nick hugged Puck tightly.
"Hey! Puckerman, he's mine, no worming your way into my man's affections with presents!"
"Relax Jeff. You'll like this one too," Puck smirked.
"You are entirely too proud of yourself Noah. Do I even want to know what's in the bag?" Kurt asked.
"Maybe not, but I do," Wes said. Still grinning, Nick dumped out the bag onto the table. Fifteen sets of fangs, roots and all, lay glistening in the moonlight. Kurt recoiled, while the others crowded forward.
"Nice," Blaine smirked.
"Nice? That is gross!" Kurt shouted.
"I think it's sweet." Nick said softly.
"How is that sweet?" Kurt asked.
"They belonged to the boys who attacked me." Nick answered.
"It's a vampire thing Porcelain," Puck said. "They belittled you and Nick because they thought they were better than you, so I took away what made them Vampires. They will be humiliated and maybe get little taste of what it's like to be treated the way they have been treating people all their lives."
"I suppose that there's some justice in that, but how will they feed? Won't they starve?" Kurt asked, looking around.
"They'll grow back…. eventually…" David answered.
"Now for a little more justice…" Jeff said, tossing the fangs into the roaring fire in the fire pit.
"Do they actually burn?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, Kurt. They burn. Sadly burning them means that it will take that much longer for them to grow back. Guess the boys at Westchester will need to invest in some baby bottles if they don't want to starve," Jeff smirked, retrieving a fang that was on fire, blowing it out and sticking it back in the fire.
"Maybe we should send them some as a consolation prize." Kurt said impishly. "I'll put it on my platinum card."
"I love you." Blaine smiled widely at Kurt, showing off his own fangs.
"Okay…let's not dwell on them…new subject please." Kurt commanded.
"What are we doing for the next two days?" Nick asked.
"Kurt and I are staying here." Blaine stated.
"We are?'" Kurt said with a raised eyebrow. Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt to him and kissing him rather thoroughly.
"Kurt and Blaine sitting in a tree…" Jeff teased. Without removing his lips from Kurt's, Blaine reached out and smacked Jeff in the back of the head. "Nick! Are you going to let him get away with that?"
"I'll kiss it and make it all better later," Nick responded as Blaine pulled away from a dazed looking Kurt.
"Everyone needs to go away now." Blaine said, nuzzling at Kurt's neck and nipping lightly.
"But I just got here." Puck complained.
"Come on Puckerman. We'll move the party to our suite while Blaine ravishes Kurt up here." Jeff winked.
"Like you and Nick won't be doing the same thing eventually?" Blaine murmured
"Touché Anderson….touché" Jeff laughed before leaving Blaine and Kurt alone.
Kurt ran as fast as his legs would carry him, but he knew it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. They were bigger, stronger, faster. He could feel their hot breath on the back of his neck and he sobbed in fear, his heart racing. "Miss me ladylips?" a voice sneered as he felt the fangs sinking into his neck. He screamed Blaine's name…
"Kurt!" Blaine's frantic voice finally reached his panicked ears, and he slowly swam back to the surface of consciousness, realizing he was in the penthouse in New York, not the dark grounds of McKinley High's football field, and he was with Blaine not being attacked by David Karofsky.
"Blaine," Kurt sobbed throwing himself into his boyfriend's arms.
"Shh… I'm here. It's okay, my love. It was just nightmare. It wasn't real. You're safe," Blaine said stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head.
"God! It was so real. I could hear him chasing me… feel it when he bit me," Kurt shuddered.
"Karofsky?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded against his chest.
"Why can't I stop having these dreams?" he demanded.
"It's your mind's way of coping. You've been through a terrible trauma Kurt. It will just take time," Blaine said, helping Kurt to lay back down in the bed. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"
"I'm thirsty, but I don't want you to leave me," Kurt admitted.
"There are glasses in the bathroom. I'll get you some water and be back before you can blink," Blaine promised. He rose, padding to the bathroom and returning in an instant. Kurt took the glass, drinking greedily from it before handing it back to Blaine
"Better?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, watching as Blaine returned the glass to the bathroom. Blushing when he realized his gaze had settled firmly his boyfriend's rather nice ass, and that said boyfriend was coming back and had been talking to him.
"Kurt? Are you ok? Where were you just then?" Blaine asked in concern.
"I…uh… your pants…they're flannel and hideous. We have to get you out of those pants." Kurt blurted, blushing as soon as he realized exactly what he had said. Blaine smirked, waggling his eyebrows as he climbed into bed next to Kurt.
"Just be glad I'm not Jeff right now because the way you just said that…"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"That's just not nice, Kurt. Get my hopes up and then dash them."
"Who says I dashed your hopes? I'm not some fragile little flower like you guys keep treating me. I have the same wants and desires as everyone else," Kurt said frowning.
"I know that Kurt. I just don't want to rush you into something you aren't ready for and I… when we… when vampires become aroused we tend to umm… bite and well… you're still having nightmares. I want you, Kurt. I want you so badly that I ache for it sometimes. I want to be inside of you. I want feel every inch of you and god I want to taste you, but I know you aren't ready for that yet and I can wait until you are," Blaine rambled in what was possibly the most awkward, sweetest, sexiest thing Blaine had ever said to him.
"You're right. I'm not ready yet," Kurt admitted. "But I will be someday soon I think because Blaine, you need to know, I want you just as badly as you do me. I…" he paused blushing.
"You what?" Blaine prompted. Kurt took a deep breath closing his eyes.
"I… I.. think about you… about us… together…a lot." He said, his voice husky and deeper than Blaine had ever heard it, and when he opened his eyes and Blaine saw the look in them, it was almost enough to make him come undone.
"Kurt," Blaine said his name, not even caring if it came out as more of a moan than he'd have liked. Kurt bit his lip and Blaine couldn't stop himself from leaning in and tasting those lips himself with just the briefest brush of a kiss which left them both wanting more.
"Blaine," Kurt murmured. "I… want us to do more… more than just… kissing… I'm not ready for everything yet, but… more…"
"We can… we can do that," Blaine choked out pulling Kurt to him and nuzzling at his neck as he had earlier that night at the party. Kurt felt the breath on the shell of his ear and shuddered in anticipated pleasure.
"If there's anything you're not comfortable with. You tell me and I'll stop. Okay, love?" Blaine murmured licking and lightly sucking down Kurt's neck, groaning as his fangs scraped against the delicate skin there.
"Oh… oh yes," Kurt moaned as they began to explore each other's bodies and clothing began to become more of an obstacle between them than either boy wanted. Soon, there was nothing between them but skin. They were both painfully aroused, but neither wanted to stop. Watching Kurt's face for any sign of discomfort, Blaine slowly and carefully began to move down his Chosen One's body, Kurt's cries becoming more frantic. When Blaine finally reached his destination, he looked up to make sure Kurt was ok with what he was about to do and saw his soon to be mate watching him with a lust filled gaze.
"Please Blaine," Kurt begged which was all the incentive Blaine needed to dip his head and bring as much pleasure as he could to the boy he loved. Kurt shuddered and moaned beneath his touch and when he finally reached his climax, it was the most beautiful Blaine had ever seen him. He pulled himself back up Kurt's body, wrapping him in the protective circle of his arms.
"Blaine," Kurt murmured blushing brightly. "I… what about… I mean you didn't…." Blaine silenced him with a kiss.
"I'm fine," he whispered. "Tonight was about you. I love you Kurt."
"I love you too Blaine," Kurt drowsily responded as the two boys fell asleep entwined in each other's embrace.
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